CONSIDERATION OF THE FAMILY It is true one does become “Unbalanced Physically”! I could not stand looking at the deceitful human called my mother so I got up and tried to leave, but she grabbed me by the waist and said, “Wait baby, let’s pray about it!” “Are you serious?” Did she really just ask me to pray? No way in hell will I stay and pray with her, clearly prayer did nothing to keep Brisa alive!” I shoved her arms away and stomped away; suddenly walking begun to be difficult and I almost stumbled down the stairs. In a flash, my mom hugged me and carried me to the couch where the sobbing began. The impact the news had made me feel as if I had not eaten in months, maybe even years, all in all, I felt empty. My eyes stung and could not stop …show more content…
I went through the Etiquette to demonstrate that even though this was written in 1873-1960 we still abide by similar standards. Why? Well as humans we like order, organization and structure. It just manages well with our brains knowing the steps and checking off if we have completed them. This reading allowed me to acknowledge that at the surface death is a simple act of removal but it is so complex to the point in which it is beautiful. Also, I began to appreciate the coping methods people create for themselves and that lying to oneself simply creates hope that does not exist. Furthermore, at the time I blamed God, but now I praise God for allowing me to have met and learned from such an amazing little girl. God is perfect, God is wonderful and overall God is omnipotent. There are about 7 billion people in this planet and some may not believe in God, but regardless of what they have faith in I pray that they may deal with the situation in a way best suited for them. An etiquette manual may help some people, but may just make lifer harder for others with all the rules it contains. So my advice is look at the Post and if it suits you the by all means follow it and if it does not I encourage you to create a Post of your own, you never know who may read it and may apply it too their
Reading this book has been interesting and heartbreaking experience. A Year of Magical Thinking, a journey through the grieving process. While dealing with the death of her husband, she is confronted with the sickness of her only child. This book touches me, and it makes me think of what would happen if my loved one died. This paper is a reflection of my thoughts and feelings about this woman’s journey that has been explored by book and video. I will also explore the author’s adjustment process, and how she views her changed self.
She cried for days. Patria wondered what she had done to lose her child. When her child died, her faith did too. Patria didn’t want to go to church anymore and she started questioning herself. Is this who I really want to believe in and I just lost my third child?
You could tell just by the atmosphere in the hallways that there had been a tragedy. There was silence as we took the elevator up as if the elevator even knew that something tragic had happened. As we walked out of the elevator, though things suddenly became even harder. There were murmurs and tears. Tissues and empty food boxes littered the floor as if the janitors had not cleaned in days when in reality it had only been since the time of the accident yesterday. There was family everywhere, but they all looked lost. Like when you see a duckling looking for its mother and it just can’t seem to operate unless it has its siblings and mom. That’s what my family looked like. We were lost. My uncle met us as soon as we walked off the elevator and sadly enough the first thing he did was hug my mother and through tears apologized for the death of Varity, “I’m so sorry, I never even saw the car. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me”. He then continued to apologize and told her that he tried to save my middle cousin. He said that he did CPR until the ambulance got there and to please forgive him. My uncle blamed himself since he was the one driving when the accident occurred. There was no possible way that my uncle could have prevented the accident. He looked left and right, but the road was hilly and the sun was setting just right that he never saw the truck coming. Their car was
In the short story “A Rose for Emily” death plays a major role in developing the story. It also shows how the death of one person can change a city as a whole. However, if you compare this story to the life of the author, William Faulkner, you can see how death in his life can contribute to why he wrote the story the way he did. The death of the people is used to add to the meaning of the work altogether. William Faulkner’s experiences add meaning to his work, “A Rose for Emily,” through several deaths and Emily’s ultimate demise.
With reading the Do Not Go Gentle section of “Ten Little Indians”, this short story touched me in the most emotional way. As I began to read this section, I began to thank God for the blessings he has showered upon myself as well as my loved ones. I have two stories that have tremendously impacted my life that affected me in a way that it changed my outlook of life. The two experiences are the terrifying fact that I almost lost my backbone, my mother, and the experience of a mother losing her blessings. My fourth-grade year of school was the worse year I ever had. One day after school, I was expecting to see my mother outside waiting to pick me up. Instead, it was my aunt there waiting on me and that automatically began to make me wonder where was my mother. Out of
Terrible heartbreak plagues the reader: “And the mother’s shrieks of wild despair / Rise ...
Looking back on the death of Larissa’s son, Zebedee Breeze, Lorraine examines Larissa’s response to the passing of her child. Lorraine says, “I never saw her cry that day or any other. She never mentioned her sons.” (Senior 311). This statement from Lorraine shows how even though Larissa was devastated by the news of her son’s passing, she had to keep going. Women in Larissa’s position did not have the luxury of stopping everything to grieve. While someone in Lorraine’s position could take time to grieve and recover from the loss of a loved one, Larissa was expected to keep working despite the grief she felt. One of the saddest things about Zebedee’s passing, was that Larissa had to leave him and was not able to stay with her family because she had to take care of other families. Not only did Larissa have the strength to move on and keep working after her son’s passing, Larissa and other women like her also had no choice but to leave their families in order to find a way to support them. As a child, Lorraine did not understand the strength Larissa must have had to leave her family to take care of someone else’s
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
The ride home had been the most excruciating car ride of my life. Grasping this all new information, coping with grief and guilt had been extremely grueling. As my stepfather brought my sister and I home, nothing was to be said, no words were leaving my mouth.Our different home, we all limped our ways to our beds, and cried ourselves to sleep with nothing but silence remaining. Death had surprised me once
Now that the summary is out there for all who did not get to read the story let’s make some connections to everyday life. In the story is it said by the author that, “All the while I hated myself for having wept before the needle went in, convinced that the nurse and my mother we...
...nger swallow anything and had to have a naso-gastric feeding tube inserted. He was wasting away and weighed only about ninety pounds now. The weeks dragged on, we had another family member die and dad asked, “Why her, God? Why not take me?” Dad didn’t talk much, and when he did his voice was not much more than a whisper. I spent many hours through those long nights just holding his hand, touching his arm or softly massaging his skin. He was in and out of consciousness but I believe he could hear so I talked and I read to him quietly. I knew at the end dad was ready. I stroked his head, I held his hand, I told him what a good father he had been and that it was okay to go. I told Dad that we would take care of mom and the boys would be fine. I held tightly to his hand, fearful of letting go, and told him how much we all loved him and that it was alright to go.
She stared at me for a long time, watching me wipe my endless tears away with the sleeve of my jacket, saying nothing until I had settled down. I looked up at her, my eyes were blood shot from crying and my hair ran down the side of my face limply. She gave me a worried look and said, “Esther… I need you to be strong now, your mom has a mental illness, and needs special care. You now have to live with another mommy. I am Ms.Banulous, your social worker.” From that moment, my life began again.
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
Through the next couple of days our family went through some of the coping stages. We experienced anger because we did not know the severity of the damage, we were depressed and then we had to come to accept God’s will. Ann was a devout Christian and we found comfort of knowing where she was going to.